I am in that mood where all I want to do is listen to Kate Bush, weave a purposefully unappealing tapestry, shout the names of women artists into the night, and roll around on a mossy hillside.
I feel anxious and unmotivated, much the same way I did before I had a good full time job. So it's plain that money, while really helping my anxiety, does not cure it. I am creative, and even now as I type this, I feel that I protest too much and that I'm secretly a [...]
I think I have figured out what’s bugging me about the Sephora Witch Kits. Other than the White Sage (that’s another essay). It’s the idea that if you don’t make it, it’s not real. I don’t like that. I don’t like the idea that if you buy it, it has no meaning. When possible I [...]
Text from Italo Calvino's Invisible Cities
The history of women in my family is the history of textiles in my family. We do not have battles and degrees, as a general rule. We have nights at home, we have children, we have letters abroad, we have phone calls, we have dish towels, baby bath towels, bedsheets to fold, diapers, dresses hanging [...]
I have been incredibly lucky to be exposed to people who are good at their chosen crafts. I should edit that to read *generous* people. I was taught to spin on a late summer afternoon by a kind woman and given a spindle plus a few ounces of fiber. And another one from Deborah [...]